Growing season

Is there time enough to walk the landscape of the heavy heart

When springtime’s pastures beckon and adventure calls?

Should we run laughing out to greet them in the morning light

Or close the door behind us to an empty hall?

And should not summer’s warmth be full of brighter sun

Not shadowed by regret for what has flown?

Can we not sit and wonder at a butterfly

Instead of longing for the things we might have known?

When autumn riches settle on a fertile land

Must we look back and hanker for the spring?

Can we see nothing in the tree that bears the fruit

Or only dream of what elusive youth could bring?

In winter when the shrouded world is half asleep

Should we see nothing in the dancing firelight

But ghosts of yesterday and might-have-been

Illusions of a past that memory paints bright?

Walk lightly through the seasons as they turn and dance

The past is naught, tomorrow still unseen

And fall in love with life at every passing day,

For what you think you are, you will have been.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.

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